something stupid I did in Spain

OK, so I already posted some stuff about that crazy time I had in Spain where I was homeless and stranded in Spain, but I didn't really go into detail or say everything that happened.


At that time I was 19 or 20, but anyway one day I was very exhausted and tired, this was after I had already finally got to Madrid, through blah blah car, (some kind of very cheap online personal driver thing time of thing .. uhhh... Whatever don't really know how to explain that and it is probably gone now anyway, so I was walking asking people that same annoying irritating question, "where is the US Embassy?" I walked into a police station and asked "where is the US Embassy?". One office seemed to busy or ignoring me, after a few minutes he looked to me and said: "please..., Say where is the US Embassy please"..

I was already tired and angry, but I said where is the US Embassy please"

Like he asked me to, but I became even more angry because he had an arrogant stupid attitude and he smirked at me,...

A few minutes later he gave me a paper and said go there it's there. I guess I said thanks or ok,..

But was still feuling with anger, so as I was walking out the door, I spat on the floor of the police station, and then spat on a police car, a few seconds later I heard shouting in Spanish,

Of course I didn't understand, I don't speak Spanish, then as Iwas walking past the officers
(There was probably about 6 of them,) one of them grabbed me and said something and got in my face and two other started punching me in the chest,
And then they put me into their police car, but they did not put me in handcuffs, I was so stressed out from walking around homeless in a country where I couldn't even talk to people because my dumb@@@ can't speak Spanish, that I was so happy when they put me in the police car, because I thought I was going to jail and going to have a place to stay and a nice meal to eat.

Hehehe... They drove me around for about 10 minutes and then finally stopped at a really nice beautiful park, and put me out and then started yelling at me again in Spanish, and pucnhed me a little more , all I said was "No habla Espanol" and "losiento" (I don't speak Spanish and I'm sorry)..

And they said the something and then drove off, at that point I was almost about to break into tears, I thought I was going to at least get some shelter..., But nope it was back to sleeping on the streets, ROFL... Nowadays I can only laugh at it and how much of a fool I was back then, and even now I still am a fool,


I've taught myself to laugh and smile in times of hardship or when feeling bad...

That's because I've always been a big crybaby, but I got tired of it, so now... Usually I laugh to hold back other emotions.....

And that is END OF THAT.

sword of feeling

"So much pain.., it's irritating" but what's worse is being trapped inside this metal all that I desire is a wielder!" Said the sword. Then came the little boy who fell on his knee and cried. HE! Happen to be in that area of the sword, seconds later his feelings and emotions taken and absorb into the sword, the colour was purple. "What!?! What is this power?!, I feel it flowing through me. Said the sword. 3 hours later a crazy looking man with pinkish red hair came and jumped on the sword, he slipped and fell on his head and screamed: Aahhhh!!! This faj!"!"(_(?Ng!! Sword, Red light emerged from the man and was transferred and absorbed into the sword, after this the sword became bigger and pumped up. And finally a woman came who was laughing with joy and happiness, she noticed the sword and touched it, immediately after she touched a greenish white colour came from her hand, and her happiness was absorbed into the sword. At this point the sword had enough power and changed from just a regular sword to a purple-blue sword with red flame symbols on the edges... ",Huh? What is this?" The lady said. Then the sword lifted itself up and said : "you don't seem powerful nor worthy of wielding me. And thus the sword of feeling was made.

That time in spain...

Hi! readers I JUST Want to say... well I uhhhg... I uhhh.. I LOVE YOU!, and uhh yeah thanks for reading my stupid sh!!@<!E<1. so here's the plan tonight, I don't have much time to write tonight, I will not be able to think of a short story right off the back without a little bit of thinking first...,

so I'll share something about me.


when I was 20, I was living in a small country called Gibraltar, I used to be like a vagabond, I traveled to Gibraltar with very little money like 40 Euros I think, no wait... actually I think it was 10, anyway I lived in Gibraltar for 2 months I think, then after that my mom and my older sister encouraged me to come back to America, saying there was nothing there in Gibraltar for me, at first I disagreed and said no I want to go to England, I was always excited about going to England UK, but sadly I never made it there, after a while I thought maybe it was a good idea to go back to America to finish school, so I decided to leave, Gibraltar at 2 or... 4AM June 26 2014 or 2013,,, can't remember so clearly..., I had almost no money, again..., back then I was a vagabond, always traveling to different places with very little money..., for some reason it was like I could never find.. a place in the world where I belong..., Heh!, its funny actually the title of the book that I was writing about was called: "There is no place in this world for me"..., TSK!, I dunno I'm feeling better now, but whatever, anyway I'll try to summarize this and get to the point of what happened to me in spain..,


First point is..., I left Gibraltar to find the USA embassy so they could fly me back to usa,/.. but there was no USA embassy in Gibraltar... so I had to go Spain..., no problem, La linea spain was like a 15 minute walk,


ehhhgh.,.. tsk! if I keep talking like this I might be writing this until 1AM...


Ok things went like this, in this order...


I went to La linea spain: asking for usa embassy, reply and comment from people... "no there is no usa embassy here, go to Cadiz spain.

at this time things werent that bad, I took a 4 hour walk to Algaciras spain.. uhhhh I think I spelled that wrong... ughhhhg! I'm so dumb...

it was a very dumb choice and being homeless was so annoyying I was actually begging god for death.



so anyway I take a bus from Algeciras to Cadiz,

in Cadiz, I'm asking the same thing, where is the US Embassy, I'm stuck here in spain.

same answer from the 2 ladies at an information Center: "Huh?, what do you mean?, there is no US embassy here in Cadiz spain, you have to go Seville, I even asked a police officer the same question, he said go to Seville,


OK so I went to Seville,


In Seville spain:

I went to the Santa Justa train station ugggh!!!! ohh!! so annoying soooo many times!!!

so here's what happened..., I tried going into an elevator.., nah I'm losing time I'll have to narrate this story fully some other time...


In Seville this was one of the most difficult times of my life ever.., I slept outside in the park, for like a week or 2, not really that bad, some people are homeless for years!, and all that sh!:!>:!>:>:@@@ was my fault anyway, it was just difficult mainly even more than usual, because it was the first time ever in my life that I was stranded homeless in a foreign country, and the worst thing the was that I could not ask for help because I DONT SPEAK SPANISH!!!,

well.., ehh, it's about time... almost 10:00 PM,


to make this long story short,

I was homeless, struggling to get back to America, In Cadiz. Seville , and Finally Madrid,

I actually spent my last 2 days and these real cool guys house, because they found out that I was homeless, and let me stay... I'll never ever forget Bruno, and Adrian the two Spanish guys who helped me out, when I was stranded homeless in Spain.

in my last days I finally found the US embassy and they paid for my ticket back to the US.

Please take note of this: if you ever get lost in spain, DO NOT WASTE YOUR TIME in any of those cities I was stuck in wasting my time, JUST GO STRAIGHT TO THE CAPITAL (Madrid)

Have a great night sleep tight and have good dreams.

The haunted house, my past... (Non-fiction)

OK... first off I don't like talking about my life...., well because I think my life is not that interesting, and kind of boring and lame... compared... to other peoples lives..., so I don't think it's worth talking about....,... but every now and then..., I am told that I should write about my life, but this is actually kind of rare that people tell me that..., they were a few interesting points in my life that did happen with me and my family, a lot stuff that people will probably not even BELIEVE!!!, in the future.., I will probably post either a whole book about my life though..., or just make small posts about events that happened in my past..., Truth is I was actually writing a book about my life, but it got rained out it was raining and the whole F128e82r8mknl;l!ing book got messed up lol, so I got kind of depressed and discouraged.... BUT!, anyway without further a do read!

 The Story of me and my family In Brannon HIll Clarkston GA USA, Aka (Burning Hills because there are so many apartment fires in brannon hills)

We first moved from Charleston south carolina when I was... hmmmm... I think... Oh yeah I was 12 years Old... that's when we moved to Brannon Hills, we lived there up until I was 15, so it was about 3 years or 3 years, The first encounter that I remember was when my older brother was using the computer and then one morning I heard him scream so loud.., all the from the living in our bedroom,

"AAHHHHH! I saw a ghost!" He said to me (Fearfully) "I was just trying to keep calm and hold in and hide my fear... "Huh?, what?" I said. "Yeah!, it looked I an old man" my brother said.

I just tried to not think about it..., because at that time I was extremely scared of ghost..., nowadays..., things are different... they just scared me a little and irritate me mostly..., when they bother me I usually just get pissed off and tell them to leave me alone..., but anyway back to what happened when I was probably... 13-15.., I try not to believe what my brother told me..., BUT!.... maybe a few days later I dunno, maybe week later or months later... I was using the computer and then I saw the same ghost!!!, I saw it myself with my own eyes!, it was an old looking man maybe like age late 40's or fifties... but it was only a face and a head with no body...  he was just there staring at me not saying anything... he was on the left side of me, I just covered my eyes in fear and didn't make a sound..., and then he went away...


2nd time... my older brother was walking past my dads bathroom, and he screamed loud :"AHHHHHH!!! he screamed, so I'm like what? what what happened?" I don't remember that clearly but I think he came into our bedroom and said "I saw a black dog in the bathroom". and NO! of course we didnt have a dog..., in fact we've never had a dog before ever!, only cats... at that time we had two cats and they were grey and one was white with other colors...,,

and misteriously again... after my brother saw that dog... while I was walking past my dads bathroom,.. from the corner of my eye... I saw a black dog...

Usually when these ghost manifest and appear in these black forms they dissappear almost right after you look at them..,. So I saw that black dog.. I'm pretty sure that was the second time I saw a ghost there, ohh btw up there at the top, that was not the first time I moved from charleston..., actually I've been traveling a lot,... ehhh, well I actually I don't know how many times I have moved from charleston..., Uhhh Sorry I accidently lied...

3rd, Encounter... with ghost/demon...


Ok.. one thing I need to seriously note... about these things to me they are all the same thing...

Ghost, Demon, Wraith, Spirit, they are all the same being...,

but that's not important right now...

I was in my room one time, and I heard something throwing hangers out off the hooks in my closet..,

I went and looked and no one was there, apparently there was a poltergeist, a demon was throwing around hangers in my closet...

4th time:

my little brother did a kind of strange scream... like he was actually a little scared and maybe amazed or excited....


I dunno me and my brothers all seem to be different, I get scared... but most of the time hold in my feelings, with a lot thing i"m the opposite of my older brother, and my little brother... well... he is a mystery, because he is quiet... he doesn't talk that much and he seems to be an introvert..


he anyway that was his reaction,

He said: I saw a skull!!! a skeleton!, something like that...

"I was like huh!!!??? how did it look?."

I think he said it was a skull floating in the air...


My younger brother also told me that when we lived in Brannon Hill he used to look at our bathroom door, all night before sleeping and it would close by itself.


my 5th encounter... the ghost that used to sleep on me...


I was actually so scared that when we lived in this house I would come home and stay up all night until it was like 1 hour before sunrise..., I think at this point I was 14, and this was actually not because of what I saw... but because of what I could feel.... you see like Humans... demons also have energy and of course a presence, I could feel their presence all over our house..., so I was too scared to sleep at night...and a lot of the time when I did sleep at night I would wake up at like 5AM or 6AM and I was paralyzed I could not move!, I felt something heavy on my chest... it actually wasn't until years later... that I realized what was actually happening to me..., A demon was probably messing with me in my sleep..., and when I woke sometimes it laying on top of me...

...



6th: THE EVIL WITCH NEXT DOOR NEIGHBOR

years later... after something happened that I will not mention here, we found out that our neighbor was a witch and she did something to my older brother and maybe even.. my family... I hope not...



7Th NOOB SAIBOT! ( the ghost)

I actually found out after we moved away from Brannon Hill in Clarkston GA, and back Charleston, SC they was a very scary ghost that bothered my sisters almost every night.

one day while we were talking about our scary experiences  or something like that in Brannon Hill, my sister said that every night... or probably almost every night there was a very tall demon... it would manifest itself like a very tall black figure..., and they said that it would sometimes bring this creepy scary thing that looked like a spider... like a completely white colored spider..., we called this Demon noob saibot..., because it was completely black like noob saibot from Mortal kombat...

if you don't know who Noob Saibot is google him, his picture should come up...


and they also said that there was always scratching under their door... and my baby sister who was probably like only 1 or 2 at the time was always screaming and crying... and saying" it scratching me its scratching me!!", I even remember one time when she was just a baby my mom was holding her, and she kept screaming and crying looking at something... maybe only she could see it...she kept clinging to my mom tightly and turning head away in fear, she couldn't speak that well I don't think at that time because she was still pretty much a baby.., BUT! she did shout my other sisters name! " Asiyah!!! help!!" she said ,.. it was terrible she was just a baby... even now just thinking about it gives back bad memories.... me and my older brother were there when this was happening, "Show yourself! coward!" I said... to this day I have my suspicions that maybe this demons bothering us in our house may have been that evil witchs doing, after all our neighbor was an evil witch....,

WELL!! that's about all that I have to share about my haunted/ghost/demon story of my life in Brannon Hill, back when I lived Clarkston Georgia... in USA... maybe later I'll share more of the scariness that happened in Charleston South Carolina in my granddads house... That is story and I promise you that it is all so very true.